Young and old

Young on the outside,

Old and wise inside.

Stereotypes are broken,

A pen and books are my friends.

Cruel words spat like poison,

Helpful things get abandoned.

Shadows hide me.

I write my emotions,

Line after line,

Word after word.

Hours slip by like minutes.

I wither like a flower before my mirror,

Tired and older I become.

But do you remember?

When I was young?